The steps are exquisite, seemingly inconspicuous, but in fact there is a hidden mystery.

This monk is interesting.

Xiling Lan narrowed her eyes, but no matter how interesting it was, it had nothing to do with her at the moment, thinking of this, Xiling Lan frowned, and was about to signal everyone to leave, not wanting to watch this farce again.

At this moment, behind the funeral team, another team of people suddenly came out, and a red cloud hulala pressed over, and when I looked at it, I saw that the leader was a woman wearing a red wedding dress, with a phoenix crown on her head, as for the props like the hijab, I didn't know where to fly, riding a black horse, galloping, followed by a color of the women's army.

I saw the woman in the red wedding dress, rode her horse to the middle of the street, turned over and dismounted, her body was neat and crisp, she threw the reins in her hand casually, and then she rushed into the crowd of scuffles, and the horsewhip in her hand was so beautiful.

Pumping left and right, within two strokes, there were people who couldn't bear the pain and dodged a way.

Following the road that flashed through the crowd, the wedding dress woman soon came to the center of the street, and at this moment the groom and the big filial son were twisted together, the red hairpin hat on the head was also crooked, and the clothes were also stained with dust, and it was almost impossible to distinguish the red. Of course, the big filial son was even more miserable, his mouth was swollen, and his eyes were blue.

The woman in the red wedding dress raised her willow eyebrows, whipped over, pulled away the groom official and the big filial son, and then stepped forward, stretched out her hand and twisted the groom's ear, pulled it away, and counted as she went: "Zhao Dazhu, you bastard, don't go to greet your relatives, fight with others here, you're tired of being crooked, right?" Go back with my mother-"

The groom officer, who was still very brave in the fight just now, bared his teeth at this moment, and while following behind the woman in the red wedding dress, he squeezed his eyebrows and begged for mercy: "Oh, lady, lady, let go of the husband, the husband is going to greet the family, but who knows that the funeral is blocking the road, which delays the time, it's really not the husband's fault——"

The bride stared at her, and the big filial son who wanted to take advantage of the groom's official being controlled by others now, but stepped on his feet, immediately withdrew his feet in fear, patted his sleeves and made nothing happen.

The bride snorted coldly, the whip was pumped in the air, making a crisp sound, and then she said with a grin: "Today's big day for my Wang Sanniang, if someone can't open his eyes and make trouble, and misses the time for me to worship the church, I am not finished with him!" As he spoke, his eyes swept the audience.

Those warriors who were still fighting, under Wang Sanniang's eyes, let go of each other one by one with trembling, and stood aside, becoming more and more eye-catching as the white-clothed monk standing in the middle.

The bride glanced at the white-clothed monk, and there was a touch of surprise in her eyes, but she immediately regained her composure, and glanced at the monk warningly: "Whoever wants to delay my Wang Sanniang's marriage today, then prepare to be my fifth husband of Wang Sanniang." After speaking, he glanced up and down at the white-clothed monk with ulterior motives.

The white-clothed monk Ji Shou announced a Buddha name: "The female benefactor misunderstood, the little monk has no malicious intent, seeing that the female benefactor's eyebrows are broad, and the instrument is Xuanang, she is really a heroine among women, but Yintang is red, the corners of her eyes are red, and there are fire sores on her forehead, but the internal heat is too much, and you need to-"

The bride's face turned pale for a while, she didn't say a word, and the horsewhip turned her head towards the white-clothed monk, and her mouth was fierce: "Where did the bald donkey wild monk come from, if my Wang Sanniang doesn't marry this time, I will definitely tie you up to my house as a son-in-law." After speaking, he dragged the groom and walked away.

The white-clothed monk was still behind him and shouted, "Female donor, you are sick and have to be cured-"